Swimming the Channel; A memoir of love and loss.
Sally Friedman
...We met when I was thirty years old. I had led a mostly
solitary life - no prom dates, no long-term boyfriends. I had lived alone from
the age of nineteen. I longed for a close relationship in spite of my strong suspicion
that I was unsuited for one. Marriage was not one of my most important goals;
it was somewhere below leading an interesting life. I worried that I would feel
stifled living in close proximity to another human being, that he would get on
my nerves. I thought I was so independent. Little did I expect that when I fell,
it would be with the same resounding thud as anyone else who had ever fallen
head over heels in love. It was frightening how quickly my life was turned
upside down.
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